Walking out into the pool area, he found Claire already in the water.“You find your suit in the pool house?” he said.“Sure,” she said. He sat ...is bourbon near the hot tub, jumped into the pool and as he came up out of the water and swam toward her, it hit him: She was not wearing a suit.“What are you doing?” he asked, as she came within a few feet of him. “Skinny dipping in your pool,” she said, smiling. “I notice you didn’t join me. Maybe you should.”“Are you serious right now?” he said.. She wanted to impress me. “Shock and awe” me with her sexuality and how uninhibited she was. She wanted to rock my world arriving at my door dressed for only one thing, sex. Masturbating her clitoris as I fucked her, watching me as I watched her do it. Not just so she could cum, but so she could cum, “for me”. And I smiled because; she really didn’t know who she was dealing with. ;) After “N”’s orgasm subsided I pulled out of her and reached over the edge of the bed, to under my bed, and pulled. “Oh, nothing ... yet. Just needed some leverage over you so you’d hear me out completely. I have a business proposition for you, Hiro.”Mike awoke with a start, unsure of what was going on. Panting as he tried to gain his bearings, the room he was in seemed extremely familiar. Seeing his trumpet case on the floor ahead of him, he finally realized that he was in the soloist’s dressing room of Atlanta Symphony Hall.“What the hell’s going on here?” he muttered to himself.The hallway door opened. As always I soon became semi-erect, the heat and steam always had that effect on me. I closed my eyes and drifted gently into that lovely state just between being asleep and awake. I wasn’t worried about falling asleep as the attendant told me they kept an eye on how many people were in the sauna and if there was only one or two they would check every 10 minutes or so.I must have dozed off a little as when I came back to full consciousness there was only me and one other guy in there. He was on.